Is it any wonder,
That women have two sets of lips to kiss,
The better to exude that calming energy,
Counterbalance to male?
And in the sun,
When I hold you and your head,
Rests against my shoulder,
Our hearts beat as one and breaths,
Become the same?
As the grass springs up to reach toward nirvana,
And I look up from your legs into your eyes,
Do I miss that heavenly connection of,
We are cycling around each other,
You and I,
With the mystique of being here,
Obama was the nicest guy - Intelligent and cool.
Comparatively speaking, his successor plays the fool.
Ridiculous and baseless tweets, The Donald can't avoid.
His recent missives indicate he's turning paranoid.
Barack Obama seems to be Trump's ongoing obsession.
Obama saved the U.S.A. from Bush-induced recession.
The Donald hates Barack's success and can't leave it alone,
and Trump, now "off the rails", claims Obama bugged his phone!
Trump's offered no supporting facts for his emphatic claim.
No warrants from the F.B.I. or C.I.A. to blame.
Perhaps he thinks Barack Obama has a super-power
that lets him fly high in the sky to break into Trump Tower.
So, do you wonder, Donald Trump, just where Barack is now?
Is he there behind the curtains? Is he in the walls somehow?
Is he watching from the ceiling? Is he in the chandelier?
Is he in your 15th closet? Do these thoughts fill you with fear?
Is he down at Mar-a-Lago, in the old groundskeeper's shed?
Is he disguised just like Melania, right there in your bed?
The truth may be much worse than that! Does it fill you with dread,
to realize Barack is living... deep inside your head?
Mr Douglass is doing well
doing big things
in America today,
yes he is.
Ben took me with him
& I met some too,
but the Press
love this country
and did big things,
& I like them,
I really do.
All this shallow
from a man
the very legitimacy
of America's first
questioned it day
Birtherism is not too subtle really,
you have a black man
with a foreign
you keep on
questioning his birth place,
his college records,
his very right
to be where
It’s a deliberate thing,
its not hidden
& at its core,
Its questioning a
black mans place,
a black mans rights,
a black mans worth,
it was not subtle,
in this land,
when the first
took his place.
of a black man’s
is an evil,
this is how
Donald J. Trump
made his name
female role model
working for a better future
To see Barack
Of Whites, Blacks
Browns and Yellow
Multiplicity of life
To dreams that lift
Into stars, of equality
And God of all
A son has risen
Marta C. Weeks
January 20, 2009
Deathreat Men: send them to Wormwoodscrubs
before they send us to Heaven, that hirise open prison
Theserpent on community service scrubs,
coiled round God's telescopic mop of seven drawtubes,
whilst those who never did no wrong perdure
thru harpyclappy purgatory of praise 'n' orison,
where yawn even those saints whose patience
commands hagiolatry amongst the other saints.
Another round of kumbayah on goddy guitar
even has the canonised crowd covet deaf frets
or tempted to trespass into the path of a passing
as it reaps, threshes and winnows the sheep from the goats.
Heaven makes Bawburgh look a partytown,
reciting the Lor'prurgh means thine is the humdrum, the snorer
and the boring forever and ever, oh man...It's only Heaven
coz there Azrael is a dodo; there's no
repomonstrous, osseous, controversial figure
in a cowl by the name of SkullymcSkullface
in Heaven's Who's Who. There, there's no
mortality to terminologically
qualify that ultimatum which is the M.O.
of the Deathreat Men:
no death to define what is weapon.
But there isn't really any God to own a drone called Azrael,
so how can Obama's drones be Raguels?
Therefore there is no Heaven
other than the Earthly Death Of All Deathreat Men,
other than an ironic forest of scaffolds
it's only human not to build in a day.
Any more to it than that and we're on
a superstitious hiding to nothing,
and may as well redeem Deathreat Men by reclassifying them
Chaoschristians, who by lucky fatal accident
bring forward our freedom from their sins
when they do us in.